they try to make me go to rehab but i said no no no

Angel in the Darkness (M)

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

Word Count: 5,468

A/N: This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

 part 2



Your mother told you that there was a purpose for what everyone does. That there is always a reason for someone’s actions; whether it was bad or good. If it was a good action, the individual has learned the most rewarding path to handle situations; regardless if it was easy or not. If it was a bad action, the person could reflect on it, and with guidance, they will learn the right way toward dealing with obstacles. And to this day, that is how you viewed life. If you handled something well, you would be rewarded in the future, if you handled it poorly, you would need to reflect on why you did such a thing, till you find the right path. With these beliefs, you always wanted to find the ‘purpose’ of an individual’s actions, and help them find the right way. So that’s how you ended up working at a rehab centre; helping mentally to find the root cause of someone’s poor actions, and leading them to a better future.

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NHL!Bitty, Pt. IV - RPF

@missweber requested NHL!Bitty dealing with Hockey RPF. This got a little longer than expected, with a side pairing of Jack/philly-cheesesteak. Takes place a few months into Bitty’s second season with the Schooners. 

Origin: From Samwell to SeattlePart I - Hug Check | Part II - Chirping | Part III - Post-Season




The most annoying thing is that for all of the ‘Jack/Parse’, ‘Jack/Tater’, ‘Jack/Sid’‘Jack/fucking-every-player-on-the-east-coast’ fic, there are a whopping SIX  ‘Jack/Eric’ fics on Ao3. Six.

On one hand, Eric’s proud they’ve hidden their relationship so well, on the other, Eric is insulted. But really, with their disappointing portmanteau of ‘Jeric’ or ‘Zittle’, it’s not surprising they’re horribly under-appreciated.

“I just wish my fans were more creative.”

Over Skype, Eric watches Jack plow through a Philly cheesesteak with no small measure of jealousy. He’s lonely and hungry, and his asshole boyfriend is doing this on purpose.

“You know,” Jack says, talking out of the side of his half-full mouth, “if you let the Schoons call you ‘Bitty’ our name could have been ‘Zimbits’. That’s kinda on you.”

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Nobody deserves to be forgotten- Tree bros/ Connor X evan

Tagging: @sticki-notes


Somehow, despite all odds, Connor had survived. His dad was furious with him, yelling about how he threw away everything he was given, Zoe was completely silent, fury in her eyes, and his mother was … heartbroken. They sent him to rehab, and Connor knew that deep down they all wished he hadn’t woken up.

He sighed, twitching slightly as he tried to get used to being without drugs, they had given him nicotine patches to help ease him into it but it barely helped. They had also put him on mood stabilizers, to help him out with his anger issues and depression. Getting him to take them was a fight every morning.

It had been a week and nobody came to visit him, and frankly it was exactly what Connor expected. It wasn’t like anybody noticed him.  It wasn’t like anyone gave a damn.  He looked up at the sound of footsteps, sneering at the nurse.

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anonymous asked:

Also....I have one more. What about assassin andrew being sent to kill neil but falls in love instead au ❤❤❤

Mostly, Andrew Minyard slits his marks’ throats. One clean slice on the side, a severed carotid artery, blood flow to the brain cut off. A quick death. Not out of mercy, but out of necessity—cutting major veins is too messy, and severing a windpipe is too slow.

So Andrew Minyard goes for the carotid arteries. Mostly.

Neil turns to the next page in the folder. Some of Minyard’s earlier victims were strangled to death. A few have been shot, though likely as a last resort—police reports mention signs of a struggle, bullets in the back of the head like they were trying to get away.

Well, “victims” is a subjective term. Implies faultlessness. Innocence. Andrew Minyard’s victims are never faultless or innocent. Before the Moriyamas hired him, Andrew Minyard operated like a vicious Robin Hood, or a Batman-for-pay, taking relatively small fees to rid real victims of their abusers.

And now he’s after Neil.

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Always be Here

Originally posted by squintlovely

Charachters: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, ABUSE - if you are at all uncomfortable with this then I highly suggest you do not read.

Request: an imagine with jughead comforting a reader with nightmares pls <3<3

A/N: Here you go sweet anon! I hope you enjoy ;-*


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Your past was rough. But everyone knew that. Your dad beat your mother and sometimes you until the age of 9 when a neighbor filed a police report after hearing the terrible sounds one night. Your father was currently in jail serving a life sentence and your mom had packed all of your things and moved you both back to her hometown of Riverdale. 

You kept to yourself mostly, until a raven haired boy by the name of Jughead Jones approached you. He had been intrigued with you the moment his eyes landed on you, he noticed all of your behaviors but never pried, trying to make sure you were never uncomfortable.  

Eventually, your past made its way past your lips a couple years after meeting him and all he could do was hug you as you told him detail after detail accompanied with a load of tears. But he never minded, in his eyes you were strong and beautiful and he could never see you otherwise. After that, you both were closer than ever, and you were always there for each other, especially when a good rant just need to leave your systems. 

Your mother on the other hand never really did recover. She was always in and out of rehab every few months, claiming she was going through yet another problem. Because of this, she was never really there to parent you, you practically raised yourself. Without Jughead you would’ve truly been alone.
Your past plagued you with nightmares. Your mom’s screams for help, your father yelling at her to shut up. And then he would come after you. Night after night the torment continued and each morning you would lock it all away and wait until the next one that evening.

You never let anyone now about the nightmares. They were your own little secret. Jughead had his suspicions when he would continuously see the bags under your eyes, but said nothing.

Now it was another normal Friday night. You and Jughead were both at your house finishing homework so that you wouldn’t be stressed about it the rest of the weekend. He usually would accompany you on Friday nights so that you wouldn’t be lonely. (Your mom had checked herself into another rehab because of ‘attempted drug use”, but you knew it was just another excuse.)  

On that night, you had ordered takeout from Pop’s as you both worked on homework for Algebra 2. After you had finished an hour later, you realized just how late it was. “I can’t believe it’s already 10:00.” Jughead quickly looked at the clock to confirm your statement. “Wow.” He commented. 

“You turned to him with a look of worry. “Jug, I don’t want you walking home this late, especially with Jason’s death. I don’t know what I’d do with myself if you-.” He quickly cut you off. “Nothing’s going to happen to me, don’t worry. I’ll sleep on the couch here or something.” He assured you. You nodded and went to grab him a few blankets and a pillow so that he wouldn’t be too uncomfortable. He thanked you and then went to situate them in a way that would suit his tall figure.

“I’m go gonna go to bed then, Goodnight, I’ll see you in the morning Jug.” You said as you kissed him on the cheek and then headed off to your room. You brushed your teeth and washed your face quickly before changing into some pj’s and climbing into bed. You sighed softly knowing what was to come when you closed your eyes but persuaded yourself to do so anyway. A few minutes later, you were asleep.

“You lying slut!” your father roared as your mother flinched in her seat. “You know you aren’t supposed to talk to other men! What the hell were you thinking!?” Your mother looked at him confused. “I was talking to my cousin. I haven’t seen him in 5 ye-.” She was interrupted with a loud slap. She gripped her cheek as hot tears ran down her face.

“Don’t talk back to me! You should know not to by now.” He took another swig of what seemed to be his fifth beer. “I don’t fucking care if he was your cousin, you’re mine.” He took another drink. “You and little y/n over there.” He turned to you as you tried to avoid his stare. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you.” He growled as you quickly looked up at him. “I-I’m sorry daddy.” He grinned, “That’s better. “Now,” he walked over to your small trembling frame and came to stop with his arms crossed.

“Any news about school? How are your grades? He opened another beer as he waited for you to answer. ‘Well, we had a spelling test but I…” you trailed off knowing you’d be in trouble. “But what?” He snarled. “I-I-I didn’t d-do so well.” You finished quietly as you looked down. Your father was enraged.

You felt a burning pain on your cheek and shrieked in response. “Why the fuck are we putting you in a damn school if you never learn anything you fucking idiot!!?” he shouted as another strike came down. All you could do was scream when-

You were shaken awake as blue worried eyes peered down at you. His rustled black hair fell in his face as he called your name trying to get a response.
“Y/n?” you sat up breathing hard as you gripped the sheets, trying to gain some control over your movements. Stray tears fell down your face as Jughead pulled you into his body trying his best to calm you down. “Shh y/n… It’s ok… I’m here…” You only heard small bits of what he was saying as you tried to calm down.

“Hey, can you hear me? Good. Now listen to my voice. I want you to breathe in and out with me, understood?” you nodded as you listened to his soothing voice and inhaled. “Good job, you’re doing so good, I’m here y/n, I’m here.” You continued to deep breathe and eventually the tears stopped. But Jughead continued to hold you, slightly rocking you back and forth.

“How long?” he finally asked after a moment of silence. “How long what?” “How long have you been having nightmares?” he clarified. You finally detached yourself from him and immediately regretted it when his comforting arms disappeared. “Since I moved here.” You replied quietly.

“What” you cowered and bowed your head immediately muttering a sorry. “No.” he lifted your head up with his pointer finger. “Don’t you ever be sorry. I’m just upset that you never told me about this within the longevity of our friendship.” He looked into your deep e/c eyes and sighed. 

“Were they about your dad?” you nodded slowly. He silently cursed to under his breath. “Y/n, I can’t pretend I know what you’re going through because I don’t. But I will ALWAYS be here for you, ok? Always. Even if its 2 am and you’ve woken up with another nightmare call me, and I will come for you. I promise.” Your lip trembled as he pulled you into another embrace. “I’ll always be here…”

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Anon Requested: Lily starts falling for an insecure, yet charming crippled james, and naturally when his injury is miraculously recovered, girls throw themselves at him. (Healer!Lily/Auror!James AU)

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“You have to let me see him.”

The desperate plea that came from the intruder’s lips was wrought with emotion as he pushed past a startled Lily Evans to the bed where a badly wounded man sat awaiting the Healer visit—Lily’s visit. Instead of assessing what had brought the man into the rehabilitation ward in the first place, Lily was assessing the boy who had come charging into the room like the patient was on his deathbed.

The bloke (not the injured one) flew into the hospital ward only moments before Lily, taking out two guards and a door with the flick of his wand. He wore a leather traveling cloak and his wand was tucked in the black bun stop his head. The boy was handsome with black hair, grey eyes, and perfect cheekbones. His pale skin was akin to the models she saw in Witch Weekly but his expression was less sensual and more roguish.

The boy stared down at the man in bed, exasperated, “Your owl left out the part where Alice Longbottom buzzed your hair off, you look ridiculous.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I have a question for you: how do you think Sherlock was feeling on the first night at Angelo's? Was he already in love? Was he freaked out/upset by John's blatant flirting? Was he in denial? Some other option, or a combination of them? I'm just conflicted on how he might have viewed John and his advances that night, and you seem like you understand these characters so well. You're lovely, thanks!

oh man what a QUESTION okay 

where is sherlock that first night. by the time they get to angelo’s, sherlock and john have met in the lab and sherlock did the charming wink thing (which we know from MHR he does when he wants to leave a good impression), they met at the flat where sherlock was super charming (smile + please, call me sherlock) and clearly anxious for john to want to like it (his cute sad attempt at tidying things up) and to like him (i read your blog - that SMILE with “what did you think?”), and lestrade came to get sherlock to come to a crime scene. 

so this is like, my fav part, because sherlock clearly trusts john already because his guard is down. although he waits for lestrade to leave before he is visibly excited about the case, he literally jumps into the air in excitement for john. he is also conscious of john’s suicidal thoughts and although his immediate reaction is to take off, he clearly reconsiders - doesn’t want to leave him alone, but also thinks that john might be well-suited to his work - “seen a lot of injury then, violent death? want to see some more?” he’s already deducing how to heal john, how to save john from himself. and what does sherlock know about saving someone from themselves? the work. because that’s what saved sherlock’s life. 

i think this is the crux of sherlock’s continued miscommunications with john, by the way. sherlock thinks the work saved his life, and he’s wrong. the work might have gotten sherlock through his drug addiction to the other side, but it’s clear from his later interaction with the cabbie that he values the work, the game, more than he values his own life. it’s not so much that he risks his life to prove he’s clever, it’s that he risks his life to prove he’s clever enough. he externalizes his value to his cleverness and his ability to win, his usefulness, as it were. he thinks his value to john is in his ability to save john from himself, in the beginning, by giving him the adrenalin and danger he desires, and later, from others, from outside sources that threaten him and what john wants. which is how he doesn’t understand that he’s john’s best friend in tsot.

john, on the other hand, doesn’t see sherlock’s value that way. obviously. sherlock’s value is in sherlock himself. if sherlock never worked a case with john again, john would’ve been happy anyway just to be around sherlock. this is how john shoots the cabbie without knowing whether the case was solved. he doesn’t care. he sees a threat to sherlock, and he eliminates the threat regardless of the consequences. sherlock didn’t see it that way, he misunderstood. that’s how this whole elaborate set-up in tld happens - john tells his fake-therapist that sherlock didn’t even try to contact him. well, no, john! not after what you said. sherlock thinks he needs to be clever (reinforced by mary who at best is just a bad person trying to be good but failing miserably and at worst is an actively bad person just attempting to appear good while being bad) - he needs to give john a case, the danger and adrenalin, and only through that does he think he can reconnect to john. he tries to give john that boost of saving him. but john doesn’t get that boost from saving him. john doesn’t get the boost he needs until he can talk to sherlock and break down and be vulnerable in front of him.

anyway so. they go to this crime scene, john calls sherlock “brilliant” which is like, plot twist! you don’t have to convince me you’re cool, i already think you are! which for sherlock is like, crazy. and when sherlock says, you’re helping me to make a point, what he means is, you’re here to show everyone that i’m not always alone. that i can work with people, that sometimes, people choose me. that i am not a freak or whatever. i don’t know if sherlock even realised he was doing this, but he was. he was showing john off, so to speak. and john was happy to be shown off. 

so then sherlock jets out of that crime scene, though. mixed signals! but from tld we know that sherlock was aware immediately of john being left behind. of john, a suicidal bloke, being suddenly left behind by the person he had chosen, left without a way to really get home. imo, mycroft picks john up because sherlock asked mycroft to - that’s why mycroft is so super interested. mycroft picks john up because sherlock asked him to, but he’s creepy of his own accord, because that’s how mycroft tries to be protective. next time just use your words, myc. you can even use them over a phone. and sherlock texts john when mycroft takes too long. come back. you have a purpose. i need you. 

i think that can’t be undersold. sherlock says to john, i need you. and john comes.

which is when we get to angelo’s. how is sherlock feeling? WOW. MIND. FUCKING. BLOWN. this guy has never been so deep so fast. you’ve gone from a) not unbearable flatmate to b) gotta save this guy’s life to c) better feed him up while i’m at it. (the uneaten apple in john’s desk = depression-related lack of appetite at least.) and if you recall from the pilot: is that what girlfriends do, feed you up? to me it is obvious that sherlock is interested, in that way. i think it was obvious to john, too. john is a repressed sort of dude. he would not have put himself out that way if he wasn’t getting some reciprocal vibes. 

so why does sherlock reject john’s advances? 

a) i think sherlock is used to rejecting people’s advances. he gives a speech that is at its foundation pretty kind, and pretty rehearsed. he rejects molly in the first few scenes of the episode. AND we see throughout this episode that sherlock is still acting out of habit. it’s habit to rush out of the flat to the scene. it’s habit to rush off the scene to find the suitcase. he is not yet thinking things through; he has not had time to look at everything and make a well-considered decision. he is used to the immediacy of his deductions and struggles, throughout the entire show, to put aside the surface of his deductions wrt john and dig deeper. 

b) so this is just speculative, but considering that we know from lestrade and sherlock’s interaction at the fake drugs bust that sherlock has perhaps a somewhat tenuous grasp on his sobriety, it’s possible that sherlock is still in the first year of his recovery. and if he’s seen any kind of addiction counselor - rehab, anything like that, even just googling really - they will almost always (in my experience) tell you not to get into a new relationship within the first year of your recovery. but sherlock’s sobriety is important to him throughout the first two series of the show - they talk about his cigarette addiction as a kind of go-around, but it’s clear that he is also fighting that other demon. so he wants to be in recovery. the stunted, rehearsed-ness of his rejection speech might have its grounds in saying something he’s not sure he really believes in (can you see sherlock listening to an addiction counselor? i think he’d think, come on, i have complete control, i can do this without all that. but away from them, i can see him thinking, well. it couldn’t hurt.) 

c) being chosen and being wanted are two totally different things. i think sherlock was ready and prepared to be chosen. he wanted john to choose him. he wanted john to like him, to like the flat, to like his work, to choose to stay and help and be with him - feelings! wild, right? but i don’t much think he was prepared for being wanted back. i don’t think he fully recognizes his own feelings and could not have expected john’s. it takes him by surprise. it is still taking him by surprise as late as tsot, when he’s not aware that he’s john’s best friend, and it’s reinforced in series four through t6t and tld, presuming that what we see on screen is in fact what happened which imo is 60/40 right now, before john breaks down and shows his own vulnerability. remember always that john thought sherlock would contact him between the end of t6t and the start of tld, and was bitterly disappointed that sherlock hadn’t. but sherlock thought he wasn’t wanted. that’s a boundary line john drew and sherlock respected. it isn’t until the end of tld that sherlock realises, through john’s vulnerability, that he is wanted, still, and always, and that the fact of john’s wanting sherlock is in fact the cause of some of john’s pain. it’s like, john wishing mary would go away so he could be with sherlock, the way they must have been while mary was off trekking the world, and then when mary died, john had this moment of like, wait! not like that! so his wanting sherlock causes him some pain. and sherlock doesn’t see the wanting part. he only sees the reaction of pain. sherlock saw the choosing part coming, but he could not see the wanting part. so he was surprised.

tl;dr, he was surprised into a habitual, rehearsed response borne in part of his misreading of john’s interest and in part of his protectiveness over his own sobriety, and then by the time he fully understands his own interest and is ready to reciprocate, he thinks his value to john exists primarily in his usefulness because his initial rejection and john’s subsequent interest in other people appears to have closed that door. john, taken aback and still, remember, kind of a repressed dude, says no, i wasn’t asking. the boundary is drawn; sherlock respects it. 

but that itself is the thing. neither of them were ready for each other that first night. they both have had so much fucking baggage to work through, and neither of them had gone through it by the first night. they could not have, imo, navigated a successful relationship as the men they each were at angelo’s that night. they had to grow up and grow into themselves. they spent a long ass time doing it, but i have no doubt that they needed that time to understand themselves and each other, and they’re still working through that throughout s4, however much of s4 you think was true or false. they’ve reversed some of the script from sherlock’s vulnerabilities into john’s, and have not yet resolved every issue. we still have our hanging chekhov’s guns. like, practically literally. i just beta-read a meta that explains alla that so i’m not gonna go into it because amy toxicsemicolon is about to in a hot minute here so just look for that. 

what it means, really though, is this: they have not yet achieved the modern version of the end to tab - the two of them in their chairs at baker street, utterly comfortable, utterly together. they have not yet reached the end of their journey together. there’s more to come. 

anonymous asked:

oh man go wild with the daemon au, nurture it, do never stop because holy crap it's perfect ur perfect ily

:))))) 

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Andrew is waiting for Neil in the stairwell, Amaranth a silent shadow at his side. They’re mirrors of one another – her still for the first time Neil can remember, Andrew’s propped pose for once not put on.

Andrew has always been a deft hand at pretending to be sober while flirting with the crash of withdrawal, but Amaranth is no actress. This is unmistakeably something else, beyond the dull cast of Andrew’s face.

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Roomies - PCY

{ A/N: sorry if this is bad i re-read it like 500 times but there still might be typos lololol oops !! }

Genre: Fluffish 
W/C: 1.4k
Summary: Chanyeol and his roommate were the best of friends; But Chanyeol has been getting too drunk and having sex with strange women from the club. His roommate loves him, does he love his roommate? 

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INTRUDER JUNGKOOK PART 2

Read part 1 here 

*not edited*

Warning: Smoking and violence.



You sat in your living room, clutching your phone tightly in your hand as you forced a tight smile on your face at the uninvited (and unwelcome) bartender and his companion, who were sitting right opposite you, a ground table separating you.

“Can I help you?” You finally asked, glancing at the clock. 12:06 AM.

“Yes, please y/n.” You turned around to look at him when you heard his voice. “You’re the only one who can help me.” He said, an unreadable expression on his face. His companion snickered softly before going completely silent again.

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you high?”

At your question, they let out a demonic laugh. One that made you very uncomfortable and sadly, confirmed your suspicion. They were definitely high.

“Of course we’re fucking high y/n. I’m the fucking bartender, what did you expect? I just want you to help me get off this high, you know?” He pouted and rolled his eyes to the back of his head to make some sort of a twisted point.

“I don’t think there is anything I can do to help you.” You said in a clearly displeased tone of voice. “I suggest you-“

“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” he interrupted you. “You’re the only one who can help me y/n! please, huh? Just tonig-“ He started coughing wildly before he could complete what he was going to say.

You frowned at his disorderly conduct. “Okay, just in case you didn’t fucking notice, I don’t work in a rehab.” You shot back.

“Watch your tongue, bitch.”

You were shocked to silence, your mouth slightly open in an effort to say something, only your mind was completely blank as you digested his words. He did not just…

“Excuse me?” You finally scoffed out of disbelief.

“You heard me. Watch your tongue before I choke you with my di-”

“ENOUGH!” You put your hand up, silencing him. It was at that moment you decided you wanted these men out of your house by hook or by crook. You were now vaguely aware of his intention of coming to you- with a friend- and this was getting really dangerous. You took a deep breath and casually put your phone in your pocket. “I think you need some water. Shall I get you some?” You asked him, getting up and walking to the kitchen before he could reply.

“Sure, doll. Get me some water.”

You tuned out their barbaric laugh as you started brainstorming about the possibilities. There was no way you could take on two grown men in a physical fight. Running out of the front door was too risky, they would catch up in no time. The only thing you could do was to try and stall time until help comes.


Until Jungkook comes.


You felt your eyes getting slightly wet with unshed tears as you silently cursed yourself.

If only you had listened to him and stayed the hell away from this guy.

You quickly took out your phone hiding behind the fridge to call Jungkook. Only, when you took it out, there were several missed calls and texts lined up from him already. You opened the latest text.



You let out a silent cry.

You had done just that. You had let these guys in. How stupid could you have been? Panic was slowly taking over your body but you reminded yourself that he was coming. You had to stall them till then, at the very least. You started typing a message to Jungkook to let him know what had happened.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Your hands froze on the screen as you felt him breath right behind your ear.

“I asked you something doll. What the fuck are you doing?” He breathed directly into your ear and you whimpered out of fear. He suddenly stepped away from you, snatching your phone as he began reading the messages in your phone.

“Ahh, it was that brat we bumped into huh? I was wondering where I’d seen that insolent shit before.” He said, grabbing your hair and pulling on it harshly. You let out a painful grunt.

He pulled on your hair and dragged you out of the kitchen and into the living room where his friend was lighting a cigarette. He looked up and raised an eyebrow.


The bartender shrugged.  “The bitch was calling up her boyfriend. She needs to be taught a lesson.”


He dragged you further and released you with a violent push on the sofa. You fell down with a thud, clutching your head in pain.

“You think we are scared of that brat?” The bartender scoffed as he lit up his own cigarette and took in a long drag, looking at you. “He is too full of himself. Who the fuck is he huh? Your boyfriend? Hah! Like that matters to me.” He spat out. “He could glare at me all day and I still wouldn’t give a shit. Let him come here. Let him see me take you right here in front of him.” He breathed out, smiling like a maniac.

Your eyes snapped open to look at him with all the anger you could muster. “Don’t you dare touch me, you fucktard. I swear to god I will cut your dick into fucking pieces if you come near me.” You said, your voice shaking with anger.

Shock passed over his face before fury completely took over and he picked you up by the front of your tee and brought his hand down hard on your cheek. You bit down on your lips to stop yourself from crying out. He let go of your tee, letting you take a step back before he slapped you again. Hard.
You cried out this time, tasting metal. You knew that the side of your mouth was bleeding. You held your cheek as you fell down on your knees, disoriented.

“Shit! Who told you to talk back to me huh? Now look what you’ve done. Poor girl, you’re even bleeding…” He took a step forward but before anyone could process what was happening, a hand came on his neck and pushed him back into the wall.

Jungkook.

It was Jungkook. His eyes were red with rage. He was breathing heavily and the muscles of his arms were expanding and contracting as his hand tightened around the man’s neck.

You looked through the corner of your eye as the man’s companion (who hid in the kitchen) took out a kitchen knife and slowly started making his way towards Jungkook.


Oh hell no.


You mustered whatever strength you had and crawled closer to the man, who surprisingly didn’t take any notice of you, and lay flat on your back breathing deeply once and then twice before lifting your leg and kicking him hard in the nuts. His face contorted with pain as he dropped the knife and fell beside you.  You took that moment to take the knife in your hand, turn it around and hit his head hard with the blunt end. The man grunted as the pain hit him and passed out within minutes. You looked up to see Jungkook still choking the bartender  without having moved in inch. You tried to get up but the pain hit you again, with greater intensity this time and you could only croak out a little, “Jungkook..”

As soon as he heard your voice, he let the man go who fell to the ground with a thud, his body limp. 

Jungkook ran to you and took you in his arms as you closed your eyes, your head still disoriented,  but hugged him as close as you could. Within seconds, you could feel your hair getting wet as Jungkook started shaking with sobs, all the while apologising to you.

“He hit you…he hit you. I am so sorry I left you alone y/n…”

Your own tears threatened to spill but you held back and brought your hand up and down his back to soothe him down.

“Thank you for coming to me, Jungkook. Thank you for saving my life.”

Jungkook pulled away, shaking his head. His eyes were red from crying and his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweat and at that moment you thought that he was the most beautiful person you had ever seen.

Before you could open your mouth to say something, your front door burst open and two police officers ran in, one of which you knew very well.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jeon Jungkook! Did you kill him?” Namjoon bent on one knee as he hurried to check the man’s pulse before he sighed in relief. “Shit, he’s alive.”

Jungkook frowned beside you as he held you closer. “He is?”

You let out a small laugh and slapped his chest lightly before moving out of his arms and getting up. Jungkook got up too as Namjoon came towards you. He looked at you state and gasped.

“He hit you?!” Namjoon asked you incredulously.

You shrugged. “Yeah well, I told him I’d cut off his dick if he came near me so he went all maniac shit on me.”

Namjoon gulped. “Right. What about this one?” He pointed to the companion.

“Oh yeah, that one I actually hit in the nuts.”

Jungkook scoffed as he hugged you from behind, “Serves him right.”

Namjoon chuckled nervously. “Right. I don’t think my help is required anymore. I’ll take these guys to the hospital and then to the station.” He pointed towards you. “You will also come to the hospital right away, y/n.”

You fake saluted him, “Yessir.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes as he turned around to signal his partner to pick the other guy  up. As he bent forward to pick the bartender up , you could see the look in his eyes change. “How dare you fucking hit a woman, you sick bastard? I’ll teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” He said as he picked him up and took him out of your house to his car.

Jungkook held your hand. “Let’s go, Namjoon-hyung will give me us lift to the hospital.”

You nodded. “You can let go of my hand now baby, I’m okay.” You reassured him.

He shook his head as he held on tighter.

“Never again.”



Okay so major bt- I wrote this thrice in word and lost it thrice because my mac was being a bitch and hanging every 5 seconds. 

send me your love guys, im really exhausted. 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! SEND THEM IN NOW!

much love, 

Inferno-loop

Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #30

Officially no longer a youngster. Get a job and get out of your parents’ basement, “weekly” rec list, for pete’s sake. Get it together.

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

A Lonely Mind by Bandity
Words:  11,292 (WIP ½)
Author’s Summary:  Lance struggles with depression, choosing to hide his problems, he starts down a dangerous road alone.
My Comments: I think I kinda freaked the author by leaving a RIDICULOUSLY long comment on this one. Go read that for my expanded thoughts. But yeah, fave of the list. You remember that post going around not long ago about how healing pods are scary? This fic takes that concept in a FABULOUS direction, and I love it to death.

Starve the Ego, Feed the Soul by Agapostemon
Words: 1,595
Author’s Summary:
“So you want me to spy for you,” Keith observes blandly. “Exactly!” Hunk nods, “Oh, and keep an eye out for food stashes. I wanna know where all my ingredients are going. ”Keith sighs, “Fine, whatever. I’ll spy for you. But only because he’s my brother and I care about him.”
My Comments: Really sweet and heart-achey exploration of Keith and Shiro’s relationship, through the scenario of Shiro hoarding food in his room.

Pizza, Pasta and some comfort by SerenePhenix
Words: 4,405
Author’s Summary: I love taylor_tut’s sickfics to death but the one that really stuck with me was the one about the college AU where Lance appeared on the gang’s doorstep and they all were like “let’s take care of this sick stranger”.I really couldn’t help myself…
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Getting Lance to stop before he can collapse Shiro wonders what can be done to help the poor guy.
Besides making sure that his temperature doesn’t go through the roof…
My Comments: Not long ago, I recced “The Pizza One” as my favorite taylor_tut fic, and here’s a nice long sequel! I love it almost as much as everyone in the fic loves Lance.

Food for Thought by WildWolf25
Words: 9,094
Author’s Summary: After a very uncomfortable breakfast his first morning in the Castle of Lions, Ulaz learns that Galra and Earthlings (and Alteans) have some very prominent cultural differences, specifically relating to food. Once they get some misunderstandings cleared up, though, Lance gets a certain idea…
My Comments: Crack alert! This is delightful. Gen, but technically NSFW for…reasons. Just read it, if you’re of age.

Stretch the Day by Stratagem
Words: 886
Author’s Summary: Lance and Hunk hang out with their siblings at a lake and have a nice day where nothing bad happens. Really!
My Comments: I’m actually reccing every fic in this series, Voltron Space Family, this one just happened to come up first in my AO3 history because I read it the most recently. But yeah, you should consume everything. This author is SUPER good at child mannerisms, as well character interaction and feels. There’s a story where Shiro is rescued after the end of Season 2 by a misfit band of space pirates including one Matt Holt, and another where the Galra kidnap Lance and Hunk’s siblings, which is heart-rending. Very, very good stuff. I’ll be following this author with eager anticipation.

Distance by nawsies
Words: 1,381
Author’s Summary: Pidge misses her Mum so much and most of the time she refuses to think about it, Lance is in the right place at the right time and wants to help his friend (he helps).
My Comments: Sweet, achey, homesick Lance and Pidge. Beautiful little fic.

Mermaid Rescue and Rehab Inc. by isabeau25
Words: 1,064
Author’s Summary: Sadly, this isn’t the strangest phone call Pidge has ever gotten from Lance. The mermaid is new though.
My Comments: MERBABY SHIRO RESCUED BY THE GARRISON TRIO. If that doesn’t make you want to read it I don’t know what will. Just go. It’s great.

Voltron Hug Collection by hufflepirate
Words: 12,761
Author’s Summary: 15 microfics, minifics, or oneshots featuring Voltron hugs. These were written based on tumblr prompts (plus 2) and to get me through finals week. Every chapter involves at least one hug, all hugs are platonic, and chapter titles will tell you the people involved and some idea of the plot or prompt, so keep an eye out for those.
My Comments: I’ve been reblogging these fics in their tumblr post form, because they are all amazing, but if you missed any, here they are all handily collected for your convenience! I intend to comment on every single chapter, just haven’t gotten to it yet.

Lionhearted by Pidgeon_Online
Words: 9,539
Author’s Summary: It’s a struggle for everyone. They’re struggling to stay afloat in the sea of stress and anxiety.And Pidge accidentally tipped the boat.or
Pidge gets sick and everyone helps while trying to juggle their own problems.
My Comments: Sick Pidge with bonus angsty Lance and supportive everyone else. A pleasure to read.

One Day at a Time by dem_hips
Words: 2,818
Author’s Summary: Being away from home at school is a little different from being away from home defending the universe, as it turns out.
My Comments: Kind, supportive Garrison Trio. They’re all so very far away from home. Another fic where Pidge and Lance level up their friendship. I love it.

Caught in the Rain by WildWolf25
Words: 3,611
Author’s Summary: “Hi, um, do you need help with your… robot car?”Pidge looked up to find a man looking down in bemusement at them. His black hair was cropped close to his head, shorter at the undercut and only slightly longer on top, save for a white-dyed tuft that fell over his forehead.
“It’s a rendition of the Mars Rover, but ‘robot car’ works too.” Pidge said. “And I’m okay, I just need to dry it off. My teammates are delayed, so I just need somewhere out of the rain to wait for them. Sorry about using your awning.” (While waiting for their robotics club members, Pidge gets caught in the rain and takes refuge in the lobby of an onsen, where they meet Shiro)
My Comments: This is such a warm, gentle, relaxing fic, much like I imagine an onsen visit to be. Love this modern version of Pidge and Shiro, with Lance being a disaster and Hunk being a suspicious mechanic, as it should be.

Heathens by TheCookieMonster77
Words: 8,785
Author’s Summary: “You…"Keith looked completely bewildered and lost at Lance’s outburst and Lance thought that that was probably the worst part of all of this. The heathen didn’t even realize his error.Keith’s face looked startlingly close to a kicked puppy. "What did I do?”“I- You-” Lance let out a muffled shriek shout of irritation. “You,” he growled, jaw clenched and teeth grinding, “just asked for pineapple. On pizza."What. An. Out. Rage.Keith blinked. ”…Yes?“Hunk is an amazing angel (like always) who figured out how to make space pizza. Lance was ready to sing his praises to the universe, but then his teammates have to go ruin everything by insisting on pineapple pizza.Heathens.
My Comments: Very fun and funny fic! I loved everyone’s different reactions.

A (Space) Mother’s Work is Never Done by BajillionKittens
Words: 2,851 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: A Mother’s Day celebration for the team mom. Six times Coran took care of his kids and one time they returned the favor.
My Comments: SO CUTE. I love the way Coran takes care of all of these children he’s suddenly stuck with. The different scenarios are all very good and fitting, and I’m looking forward to more.

Little Drops of Poison by Saereneth for BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 2,607
Author’s Summary: Shiro had been trying to catch up to them, clawing his way through years of separation just to feel like he was part of them once more, but sometimes it was just too much, and he had to excuse himself for a while so he could come to grips with everything he’d missed.
My Comments: @bosstoaster‘s Ten Years On AU bothers me on a very visceral level that I have trouble articulating, but this little exploration in the sandbox is lovely. I love Pidge unable to stick with her original concept and expanding into thing she finds interesting or just pretty, and the way Lance notices Shiro spiraling and subtly grounds him without being flashy is really lovely characterization. Very believable development of both of them, and Shiro is heartbreaking as always, but everyone’s going to take care of him.

Be Water, My Friend by xLoLix
Words: 8,531
Author’s Summary: So there are the quieter moments between missions, between exciting events, between the moments that matter. (The real secret are that those are the moments that matter the most.)Here are some moments between the paladins, starring Lance.Or; I air out some of my general grievances and de-stress from school by writing a fic about my favourite character.
My Comments: Really lovely exploration of Lance and his relationships. I enjoyed it.

Finding Family by squirenonny
Words: 17,214
Author’s Summary: A collection of drabbles that don’t fit neatly into the main Duality plotline. Most can be read independently of the main story, though each entry contains a note on where it fits in the timeline.Written based on prompts from readers.
My Comments: Some mild Klance and Shatt. Every single of one of these is delightful. You should just read everything this author writes. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

As Color Fades Away by IcyPanther
Truce by kyanve
The Times They Remembered Pidge Was a Girl by MagmaWrites
The Color Of Our Planet From Far Far Away by LonelyGirlInSpace
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny  (THE GANG IS BACK TOGETHER)
Secret of the Blood by exclamation (now complete)
Garrison Days by castlestormed
Towards The Sun by Eastofthemoon
The Machinations of Perception by HapaxLegomenon
Must Surely Be Learning by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) (now complete)
The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini)  (now complete)
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
Scattered by avidbeader
A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat
Shifting Sands by Cardigan_Quincy

Mermaid Rescue and Rehab Inc.

Summary: Sadly, this isn’t the strangest phone call Pidge has ever gotten from Lance. The mermaid is new though.

Notes: This is all @eastofthemoon‘s fault. We were talking about Voltron AUs we haven’t done yet, and neither of us had done a mermaid AU or an AU with baby Shiro (although I’ve done all the other paladins as children in the Babes in Space series). So here it is, merbaby Shiro.


Pidge finally picked up her cell phone after the third time in five minutes Lance had tried to call. It was one in the morning, and she was right in the middle of a major coding project for her final, and she didn’t care how good Hunk’s pizza was, she wasn’t coming over.

“Pidge, you have to help us!” Lance didn’t bother with a greeting, “we stole a mermaid!”

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This time of year is always hard for me. Not only is it my birthday, but the anniversary of my father’s death. A couple of years ago I wrote a story about it, and so for my own selfish reasons, I’m reposting it. It helps, believe it or not. 

~Lil~


~February 22, 2010~

Sherlock was just about to knock on Molly’s office door to ask for her assistance in the path lab when he heard a strange sound coming from the room. He really didn’t need her help, but Dr. Stamford had made himself quite clear that while Sherlock was allowed access to the facilities, it wasn’t without restriction and he would have to be supervised. He had only been out of rehab for eight months and had finally gotten the attention of Scotland Yard for his assistance with a murder investigation that would have frankly gone cold, had it not been for him. His new relationship with Barts and the powers that be was all too tenuous to muck up, just yet. He had no choice but to grin and bear it, as it were.

He didn’t know Dr. Molly Hooper very well, she seemed competent enough, certainly more intelligent than most of the half-witted idiots that surrounded him. It also didn’t hurt that she made a damn fine cup of coffee and followed his instructions to the letter, that is when she wasn’t stuttering and blushing like a teenager. But now, she was behind a closed door… crying. How was he to handle this?

He wasn’t fond of crying. He knew very little about the pathologist, but he was certain if he marched into her office while she was in the middle of a crying jag she’d be even more of a blushing, stammering mess than usual. In the end he decided that his experiment could wait until tomorrow. He turned on his heels and left.

~February 22, 2011~

Sherlock sat at his preferred microscope looking at abnormal plant cells when Molly came in looking worse than normal. They hadn’t spoken very much since the Christmas incident, but when they had it seemed that things were back to normal. Surely she didn’t think he was going to melt at the sight of her in that awful dress and overly done hair and make-up? He was slightly confused by his guilt, however. Why did he still have an odd feeling in his stomach every time he looked at her? He couldn’t figure it out, and he hated not being able to figure something out.

She came in carrying a stack of files, paying no attention to him whatsoever, then tossed them on the counter. She then picked up something from the corner of the room, retrieved the files and scurried out of the room, without so much as a glance in his direction. Clearly she was still upset. He didn’t want to have to do it, but if her emotional state was going to affect their working relationship, he’d just have to address the situation once again. He finished what he was working on then went to find her. He deduced that she’d be in her office.

That was where he found her an hour later. He heard her sniffle as he approached the door. He rolled his eyes once before knocking, reminding himself not to do that in her presence – living with John Watson did have its advantages – John was constantly reminding him that the general public didn’t like his patronizing eye rolls.

“Come in,” he heard Molly croak out. She clearly had been crying for some time, as her voice sounded hoarse and strained.

He walked in and immediately felt the guilt once again. This is getting very old, he thought. “Molly, I thought perhaps we should talk,” he said with a sigh.

She wiped her eyes as she stood up, then she removed her lab coat and cleared her throat. “Oh, ah, Sherlock- um did you need me for something? I was just getting ready to leave.”

“Yes, you’re clearly upset and…” He paused and looked at her desk. She had her bag sitting atop a blanket. Perhaps this has nothing to do with me, he thought. “Well, if you’re leaving then I’ll just speak with you some other time.”

“Are you sure? Is it very important?”

Not about me at all, then. “No, no. It can wait.”

“If you’re sure.” She put on her coat and picked up her things.

Sherlock was at a bit of a loss. He was certain that she was still emotionally distraught over the Christmas party. He had no idea what she was actually upset about and for some reason, he wanted to find out.

“Well, I’ll see you… later, then,” he said, then he turned and left her office. He didn’t go far though, just hid out of Molly’s sight and waited for her to leave. There was a mystery a foot and he decided he would solve it. He had no case and his experiment was finished, not to mention his curiosity had been piqued. And there was still that lingering feeling of guilt in the pit of his stomach, even though her current mood had nothing to do with him or his Christmas cruelty- no honesty... he hadn’t been cruel, had he? Uncalled for perhaps, yes, that would do.

He followed her to the Tube, staying a safe distance away, then sat down several seats behind her. She kept her head down, not noticing anything around her whatsoever. It was shockingly easy to follow the pathologist. He was disturbed by the amount of attention she paid to her surroundings, which was next to none. He considered trying to ‘gift’ her self-defense lessons, but decided that perhaps he should just ask Mycroft to assign her a security detail instead.

Soon enough she stood up and he once again followed as she walked through the crowds. He thought he would have to intervene at one point when she very nearly stepped in front of a lorry, but she looked up just in time to jump back to the curb. She finally (carefully) crossed the street and entered a cemetery.

Within five minutes Molly had found what she was looking for. Sherlock tucked himself behind a nearby tree, close enough to see her and hear her, but obscured from her sight (not difficult considering her poor observation skills). She spread the blanket on the ground at the end of the grave and sat down. It was a cold day but not wet, thankfully.

Sherlock waited and listened. She didn’t speak for several minutes, she was crying softly. Then finally…

“Hi Daddy. Sorry it’s been so long, work’s been… well work.” She sniffled. “I should have visited sooner but… oh and sorry about my little breakdown at Christmas. That was uncalled for. This year was, as you know, a tough one. I won’t go through that again, you don’t need to hear about all that rubbish with Sherlock over and over. He’s, of course, acting like nothing happened. Don’t know what I expected.” She fished a tissue out of her pocket.

“Sometimes, like today, I feel so lonely, Daddy. It would be nice to have someone just to…” She didn’t finish the sentence, instead she cleaned her nose and took a deep breath. “I used to love my birthday. But now… No one knows, I don’t want them to know, but…” She paused and blew her nose again. “I told Mike when I started not to mention it and he’s been good about it. He’s a good man Daddy, a good boss.” She started crying harder.

“I called Mum. She’s… well she’s worse. She wasn’t very kind. Didn’t want to see me, so…”

There was a long pause filled with soft whimpers and sniffles. Sherlock knew he was witnessing something completely personal and private, he knew he had no business being there, but his feet were rooted to the spot. The guilty feeling in his stomach had been replaced with something so distractingly foreign, he couldn’t begin to name it. He couldn’t, however, take his eyes off of the petite woman in front of him.

It was her birthday, of course. He didn’t care for his birthday, none whatsoever, but some people, he was aware, did. She was sad and lonely and seeking comfort from her father’s grave. For a split second, he wished he were the kind of person that could go to her and wrap his arms around her. He wished he had words of comfort and kindness to end her sadness. He wished he knew how to make Molly Hooper happy, if for only a moment. But he wasn’t that kind of person and he had no idea how to heal her hurt, so he watched as she finished visiting with her father, then picked herself up. She folded the blanket, put her bag on her shoulder then walked to the grave marker and pressed a kiss to her fingertips then to the stone. As she walked away, Sherlock walked out from behind the tree and closer to the headstone.

Oh…

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Go Home

Summary: You and Finn get into a fight, and you end up leaving. He shows up at your parents’ house and waits outside all night to prove that he will do anything to win your heart back. Fluff at the end!

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You sat in your car in a grocery store parking lot at 10:43 PM. It was cold, and rain was pouring down while lightning lit up the night sky. An empty parking lot wasn’t your first choice of where to be on a cold stormy night like this, but you didn’t have anywhere else to go. You lived with Finn…or you did until the fight the two of you just had. You didn’t have anywhere to go.

You reached up and wiped the tears from your cheeks with the sleeve of your shirt as you reached over and picked up your almost dead cell phone from the shotgun seat.

You dialed the only person you could think to call in the middle of the night when you needed something, your mom.

“Hello?” She said. Her voice was sleepy, and you felt bad for waking her up with your call.

“M-mom,“ you mumbled as you tried to stop the tears that continued to fall.

“Y/n? Is everything okay? What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Mom…can I, can I come stay at home tonight?” You asked.

“Of course, honey. Is everything okay?” She asked.

“N-no.” You said.

“What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Do I need to call Finn-?

“No!” You said as you cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “We…we had a fight, and I left.”

“It’s going to be fine, sweetie. Come home. I’ll turn the light on for you, okay?”

“Thank mom.” You said.

“I’m always here for you, baby. I’ll see you soon.” She said.

You drove across town and pulled into the familiar driveway of your childhood hope. Your mom was standing on the porch under the light in her night robe waiting for you. She hurried over to your car and pulled you into her arms as soon as you were out of the car.

“It’s going to be okay, sweetie.” She said as she held you tight.

“Thanks for letting me stay here tonight.” You said.

“You don’t have to thank me, this is what moms do.” She said.

“I promise I’ll leave in the morning-“

“You can stay as long as you need to. There’s no rush for you to leave.” She said.

She kept her arm around you as she led you into the house and up the stairs to your old room.

You immediately crawled under the covers and sighed at how warm they were.

“Do you need anything before I go to sleep?” She asked.

“No. I just want to try to sleep. I’m exhausted.” You said.

“Okay. I’m just down the hall if you need anything.” She said.

“Okay. Thanks again for letting me stay here tonight, mom.” You said.

“Sweetheart this will always be your home. You can come here anytime.” She said.

You tossed and turned all night as you tried to find a comfortable position. The storm continued to rage on outside your window, and all you wanted was to have Finn’s arms around you to keep you safe and warm. But instead of his arms wrapping around you his words from earlier replayed over and over in your head. “Just get out!” He had yelled as he pointed towards the door when he reached his breaking point.

He was frustrated. He felt great, and his shoulder had recovered amazingly. He felt like he was back at 100%. Despite being able to do all the exercises the doctors gave him, he had yet to be released to in-ring competition by WWE doctors. He became more frustrated with every day that passed which left him very short tempered with you. That led to an argument over the trash.

The trash. Who was going to take out the trash was literally the thing that ended your relationship.

You knew it was more than that. You knew it was how distant Finn had been with you for weeks. You knew it was that he barely touched you anymore. He didn’t kiss you when he left for rehab or when he came home. You didn’t have movie nights on the couch anymore. Most nights you were upstairs in bed on your laptop or phone or reading a book while Finn stayed downstairs watching wrestling or playing video games. Half of the time he didn’t even bother coming to bed, he would just pass out on the couch.

You finally fell asleep somewhere between three and four only to wake up at five and not be able to get back to sleep.

You sat up on the edge of the bed and stretched before deciding to go downstairs and watch some TV to try and take your mind off Finn.

You paused on the last step when you saw your parents looking through the glass of the front door at something outside.

“What are you looking at?” You asked.

They both turned around with shocked expressions on their faces.

“Sweetie, you’re awake.” Your mom said.

“Yeah, I couldn’t really sleep.” You said.

“Tell her.” Your dad said as he looked at your mom.

“Tell me what?” You asked.

“Maybe we shouldn’t tell her. She’s upset-“

“Tell me what mom?” You asked.

“Finn’s outside.” Your dad said.

“What? He’s outside? At five o’clock in the morning?” You asked.

“He’s been out there since just after you fell asleep. He won’t leave. Your mom has tried to talk to him. I tried to talk to him. He won’t go. Not until he talks to you.” Your dad said.

“He’s going to get himself sick.” You said.

“We told him that. He doesn’t care. Kid’s a wreck. I’ve never seen him like this.” Your dad said.

“Sweetie, I know you’re hurt, but maybe you should go talk to him. He was mad. You both were. People say things they don’t mean when they are mad.” Your mom said. “Finn still loves you.”

“I don’t think he does, mom. The way he sounded when he told me to get out…he’s never talked to me like that.”

“Honey, he’s been outside in the pouring rain and cold for five hours. He loves you. He wouldn’t still be out there if he didn’t.” Your mom said.

You stepped in between your parents to look through the glass. Sure enough there he was. Soaking wet with his head in his hands and his elbows on his knees sitting on the front step of your parents’ house. No coat. No umbrella. His clothes were completely soaked and sticking to him. The sight broke your heart more than the fight last night had.

“I know you’re upset, but he’s been out there all night. Will you please go talk to him? Poor boy is going to catch pneumonia.” Your dad said.

You sighed but nodded. You reached for the door handle and wrapped your hand around it and paused for a moment. You didn’t know what you were going to say. What could you say to him? Your relationship was too far broken to be fixed. There was no point in saving it.

You slowly opened the front door, and Finn’s head immediately snapped out of his hands. He turned to see who had opened the door. He stood up when he saw that it was you.

“Y/n-“ he began.

“Go home, Finn.” You said. “You’re scaring my parents.”

“I’m not leavin’.” He said.

“I’m not coming back, Finn. I can’t come back.”

“I’m not leavin’ til you do, love.”

“Finn, you wanted me to leave. You were the one that told me to get out.” You said.

“And I regret it. I was mad. I didn’t mean it. I love ya, Y/n. Yer all I want. I want ya ta come home.” He said.

“Finn, I can’t just pretend like you didn’t say what you said.” You said.

“I’m not askin’ you to. I just want a chance. You don’t have ta forgive me right now. Just please come home and give me a chance to show ya that I’m sorry.” He said.

“Finn, I don’t know…”

“I’m begging ya.” He said.

“Finn-“

He didn’t let you finish your sentence. Hee reached out and grabbed your wrists and pulled you into his chest. He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes.

“Please, Y/n. Just give me a chance.” He begged. “You’re all I got. I don’t have wrestling, I need ya. I need ya more than I need to get back into that ring. I need ya more than I need hearin’ the roar of the crowd. I need ya like I need air. I’ve been a wreck since ya left and nothin’ makes sense. My chest hurts. My eyes hurt. All I know is I love ya, and I want ya back.”

You felt tears mixed with rain drops slide down your cheeks at his words.

“Please, just give me a chance, love.” He pleaded.

You hesitated but finally gave in and nodded. The heart wanted what it wanted. As hurt as you were about the argument, you loved Finn more than anything on the planet, and you would do whatever it took to make your relationship work.

Finn’s lips curved into a smile before he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you stood there in the pouring rain kissing the love of your life.

Finn pulled away and smiled before he leaned in and kissed you again. He then started to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I’m so sorry, love.” He said.

“It’s okay Finn.” You said.

“C’mon let’s get ya inside, love. You’re soaked.” He said.

holbycityfanfics  asked:

Please can you write a berena fanfic where they help Dom after all of his abuse? X

[In this the accident still happened as in canon but Ellie was checked over by someone more senior than Jasmine so couldn’t wriggle out of any tests, meaning her symptoms were picked up sooner and she therefore survived.]

Bernie visits Dom while he’s on Keller, a patient on his own ward, has to swallow down guilt and bile when she sees him.  She realises she’s been so caught up in supporting Serena while Ellie is in rehab and Jason is recovering, in running their ward alone and leaving exhausted only to go home to be met with Serena’s fury at Edward’s knowledge of their daughter’s drug habit and grief at not having known anything was wrong, that she didn’t realise how bad things were with Isaac.  But Dom’s eyes plead with her not to pity him so she says nothing, just asks him what his plans are for when he’s discharged.

‘Zosia’s offered me their sofa,’ he says with a slight shrug.  ‘Not sure I really want to enter the love shack though.’

A nurse comes to do his obs then, so Bernie just smiles tightly and tells him she’ll drop by again soon and goes back down to AAU to finish her shift, unable to stop thinking about how she’s failed her friend.

She’s still thinking about him at the end of the day when she goes to Serena’s (she still thinks of it as Serena’s and not yet theirs, for all that she spends almost all her nights and days off there).

Serena is doing better now, with time and therapy, with both Jason and Ellie improving and Bernie still beside her.  She watches as Bernie’s hands twist and makes herself ask what the matter is, even though despite all Bernie’s assurances that she’s not going anywhere she still fears the answer.

‘It’s Dom,’ Bernie says quietly.  ‘I want to help him.’

Serena feels filled with relief, feels her heart melt a little.  ‘Ok,’ she smiles.  ‘How?’

‘Um, well,’ Bernie hesitates.

Serena moves closer, touches Bernie’s arm and looks at her steadily until Bernie glances up from behind her fringe.

‘Do you think,’ Bernie says carefully,’ do you think maybe he could come and stay for a bit, once he’s discharged?  If Jason agrees too, of course.’

They talk about it together while dinner cooks, talk about it with Jason once they’ve eaten.  And the next morning Bernie slips up to Keller again, and the next evening when she and Serena leave Dom walks between them to the car.

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take this burden - part 35

[ meet me in the woods - lord huron ]

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mentions of abuse 

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Jian Yi sat on the bed, gently running his fingers through Mo Guan Shan’s hair.

He Tian had searched through his things until he’d found the small orange bottle and passed it to Jian Yi.

He’d studied the label and shrugged, shaking one into his palm and coaxing Mo Guan Shan to swallow it was a sip of water.

He’d left the room when the man began to drift off.

Extricating himself, Jian Yi motioning for Zhengxi to keep an eye on Mo Guan Shan and joined He Tian on the balcony.

‘What. the fuck. was that?’ He Tian asked quietly.

‘Panic attack. A really fuckin’ bad panic attack. Likely brought on by flashbacks of abuse considering his reaction when we had to move him.’

He Tian took a deep breath, trying not to think about murder.

‘He seemed fine. I mean, he was sad the first few days but he’s been really happy…’

‘Maybe a little bit too happy for someone barely a week out of a relationship that was clearly much worse than he’s letting on?’

He Tian turned his attention to the sunrise.

‘I guess I thought he was getting better.’

Jian Yi shook his head.

‘That’s not how it works.’

He Tian sighed.

‘I feel like an idiot, but I have no idea how any of this works. Or what’s happening.’ He Tian admitted.

‘Well, he’s clearly got some some anxiety issues.’

‘Why do you say that?’

‘Because the bottle of medication you gave me is for anxiety.’

‘Make sense. Anything else?’

‘Well, I’m not a doctor, but i’ve seen that before and it’s likely always attributed to PTSD.’

‘You think he has that?’

‘Yeah. I mean, he clearly went through some awful shit. It can happen with any traumatic event. War, sexual assault, accidents, you name it. That shit doesn’t just disappear.’

‘He’s always going to feel like this?’

‘It’s impossible to say. The vast majority of people in these situations do deal with it for the rest of their lives.’

‘That’s awful.’

Jian Yi nodded.

‘It really is.’

‘It’s weird.’ He Tian mused sadly.

‘I’ve broken up so many fights between couples, I suppose I never put much thought into what happens the next day. I feel like a dick about it now.’

‘Most people don’t. And you’re not a dick, the fact that you’re even trying to understand proves that. You just haven’t really dealt with much of this shit.’

‘Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, that’s what it stands for, right?’

Jian Yi nodded.

‘Like Cheng.’

‘Yep.’

‘Well, I wasn’t much help last time.’

‘You were just a kid.’

‘Yeah. I guess.’

Jian Yi hated the defeated look on He Tian’s face as he thought back, seeing the striking, heartbreaking, similarities.

‘What do we do?’

Jian Yi shrugged.

‘There’s not much we can do. Just be there for him and…’ He trailed off.

‘And?’ He Tian prompted.

‘…and encourage him to seek help.’

‘Well, that’s easier said than done.’

‘Tell me about it.’

They exchanged a tired smile.

He Tian’s didn’t reach his eyes.

‘I’m going to go check up on him.’ Jian Yi told him.

‘Thank you, Jian Yi.’

‘For what?’

‘Everything.’

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There was an unspoken understanding that He Tian doesn’t talk about his brother.

He doesn’t talk much about his parents either, but, with one exception, never his brother.

Jian Yi and Zhengxi hadn’t even known he existed until a few years into their friendship and it had only come up once until this conversation.

All they knew is that his name is He Cheng, he’s about a decade older, he was a marine, and he’d come back from overseas a bit more broken than he’d left.

He’d joined the military when He Tian was seven years old. Understandably, they hadn’t known each other well.

By the time he got out with two fresh scars and a leg full of shrapnel, he had no interest in getting to know his little brother.

He didn’t spend much time at home and when he did he’d have horrible nightmares, routinely becoming violent.

His family had stepped in, sent him to all the best doctors and ‘retreats’ as they called them. Fancy word for rehab.

It’s amazing how easily one kid can slip through the cracks when all the attention is focused on another.

By the time He Cheng was home and recovering, He Tian had fallen in with your stereotypical ‘bad crowd.’

He went too far too fast and burnt out like a roman candle.

Vegas is kind to the lucky, the rich, and the naive. Throw in young, beautiful, and charming - you’ve got the perfect victim to sacrifice to the lights, the dice, and the drugs.

By the time he’d been chewed up and spit out by the city, it felt too late.

He Cheng carried a tremendous amount of guilt.

He Tian, childish resentment.  

Both feeling like things could have gone very differently if they’d been there for each other.

Both so wrapped up in self pity and self destruction respectively, they’d driven the wedge between them as far as it would go and their, seemingly genetic, stubbornness has kept them apart ever since.

He Tian wasn’t extended the helping hand his brother had received.

He was told to clean up his own mess, and he’d never known why.

His road to sobriety would have been long and lonely if he’d ever bothered to start the walk.

The last thing the city gave him was in the form of an EMT who was way too damn patient who cared way too damn much about a perfect stranger.

He had that much to be thankful for and knew he wouldn’t take any of it back.

In the end, we choose our family.

If we’re smart, we choose the ones that care.

It had taken several years for He Tian to swallow his pride and ask his parents for a loan so he could buy the club.

Out of, he assumed, guilt they’d agreed, telling him they’d happily give it to him, no future payment required. God knows they have more than enough to go around.

He’d refused, telling them they’d have the money back in full in three years.

He had accepted the offer of no interest though.

Some things in this life just shouldn’t be turned down.

He’d gently rejected their offer to reconnect, seeing them only to make monthly payments that they insisted he bring by in person, asking each time if he’d stick around for dinner.

Each time, his mom would tell him his brother said hello.

It was never true.

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Pulling himself from his reverie, He Tian joined the others.

The ones that care.

My positive ouija board story:

My boyfriend and I are both recovering heroin addicts, and there used to be a poltergeist in my house that I talked to all the time.
Well, about a year ago I knew my boyfriend had relapsed because of his behavior, but I had no proof and he kept denying it. So while he was at work I tore apart my house looking for proof and couldn’t find anything at all, and I was unbelievably upset.

So not knowing what else to do I pulled out my board in tears, hoping the poltergeist I normally talk to would come through, and sure enough it did.
I said “please I hate asking this I just need help and I’m desperate. Do you know if my boyfriend relapsed? I’m so scared.”
The poltergeist told me yes, and that he did relapse, and that he did indeed have proof hidden somewhere in the house.
I said “I don’t know if you can do this, but if you know where it is, can you please tell me? He won’t admit he’s relapsed unless I have proof and with proof I can leverage him into rehab and save his life. I’ll never ask you to find anything for me ever again, I swear. Please just help me, I don’t want him to die.”
The board spelled out “basement, laundry.. basket… wo..o..l.., s…o…” (the connection died out at that point and the planchette stopped moving since I was the only one using the board). I said thank you and immediately ran to the laundry room in the basement.
The only wool things I owned were a few wool blankets folded up next to a basket, so I shook them out and… there was nothing there.

So I was about to give up when I looked down into the basket and saw a pair of my boyfriend’s ​pants, with the pocket bulging out. I took his pants out, reached into the pocket, and pulled out a weird wool sock (“s…o…”) that I had never seen before.
Wrapped inside the wool sock was a bundle of syringes, a cooking tin that had been used because there was still a dried cotton stuck to it with brown residue, and an empty dope baggy.
With proof in hand, I was able to get my boyfriend to own up and convinced him he needed to go back to rehab, which he did.

That poltergeist very well may have saved my boyfriends life, as we live in the #1 city in the US for heroin overdose deaths. It makes me wanna cry just thinking about it because I’m so grateful.

Now whenever people doubt ouija boards or try to say they don’t really work or that they “summon evil demons who wanna hurt you” or whatever, I tell them this story.

Thanks for submitting your story @renegade-lemonade! Submission are open to anyone who wants to share their non-spooky story or pictures.

High School AU Headcanons: Jumin

Surprise! Look who showed up earlier! I said I was posting this on monday, but tomorrow I’ll start another AU, so I din’t want the two AUs being posted on the same day. 

So here you go! Jumin is the one I always struggle the most to write, but not this time, for some reason. Have fun, y’all!


TW: Mentions of suicide and violence against women


  • He’s a honor student and part of the lacrosse team at this fancy internal school.
  • You’re the troublemaker, there are several rumors about how your family got rich all of a sudden due to money launder. Also, people say your mother is in rehab because she found out you slept with your stepfather, who got arrested for having sex with a minor.
  • He’s a tutor for students with bad grades, and guess who the principal decided to pair him with as his pupil this semester. He had to prove he was good enough to candidate for student body’s president, if he can help you, he would have full support of the principal.
  • He hates it, not because of the rumors, he couldn’t care less about that, but you’re impossible to work with!
  • Yes, you were literature partners before, you could never focus and was extremely irresponsible, yet you showed up to the presentation and pointed out really interesting observations about the book, some of them better than his.
  • He doesn’t like people who don’t put effort to conquer things, people who rely too much on some skills. People like you.
  • So there he is, waiting for you in the library so you can start studying geometry, and obviously, you’re late.
  • You came acting like there’s nothing wrong and while he talks about surfaces of triangles and tangents, you’re more focused on building a catapult with your rule. Ugh…
  • “Ugh, I’m bored. Let’s ditch this!” you groan in boredom. “As I was saying… given the acute angle of a triangle…” he ignores you.
  • “Sin equals B, and B stands for boring!” despite your little joke, it was… correct? “Wait, you know geometry?” “Of course I do, I just don’t like that teacher! Now, come on, let’s ditch this! I heard the seniors are throwing a party at the old library building, let’s go!”
  • “It’s against the rules to walk in the school at night.” “Well, yeah! Why would be fun if this was allowed? Duh!” “Fine, you can go. It’s not as I’m enjoying this… study session either.”
  • “Nah, let’s partaayy, bro! Tell you what, if you go with me, I promise I get an A + in the next geometry test, the principal will love you for that, mr. President!” well, that was true. “Fine.” He agrees with a sigh.
  • “Why do you want me to go with you?” “I can’t be the only sophomore in a senior party, duh!” oh… maybe you cared about other people think of you, he thought you didn’t. “Besides, I’ll tell you dragged me there if we get caught.” Okay… this was more like you.
  • This didn’t look like a party, it was more like a cultural soirée, yes, he recognized some of the best art students and the best musicians in the school band too.
  • He lost you a little after you two entered. Then he found you in this circle with a glass in your hand. You were really impossible.
  • “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned” a senior spoke “Go on, my child.” “I didn’t try to kill myself when I was a junior, I just slipped in the bathroom.” “You are forgiven, son.” What in the world was this?
  • He joined the circle without realizing it. “Dude, you can’t be here without a drink. Here, let’s share.” You put a little of whatever you were drinking in his cup.
  • This was really interesting, people were sharing some intimate secrets, it was a kind of drinking game, but much more sophisticated than those ones he heard about
  • Whatever you gave him, it was strong. He was feeling a little loosen up… “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” He spoke loudly. “Go on, my child.”
  •  “I… I can’t bare with my father and his lousy affairs. Sometimes I think I… really hate… him.” Wow, he could not believe he said this out loud, but none of the people in that circle looked fazed.
  • “Dude, we’re milennials, admitting how much we hate family and how much they fucked us up is like… our thing.” You said matter of factly, everybody in the circle nodded in agreement.
  • Seriously? All those thoughts he had were… normal? He was… normal? “What about you, kitty?” a senior asked you. “Any sins you want to share?”
  • You shrugged: “Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” “Go on, my child.” Even Jumin said this time, the alcohol made him curious.
  •  “I… didn’t sleep with my stepfather. The dude was trying to beat my mother up and I stood up for her and told I was gonna call the police. So he’s arrested for assault, not for having sex with… me. And my mom isn’t in rehab, she’s at a spa in Fiji,  because that’s how it works in our family, we run from our problems instead of talking about it in order to solve them.” You chugged the rest of your liquor while everybody stared at you. “Oh, but the money laundery thing is real.” “Damn, kitty, that’s deep.” One senior spoke.
  • Yes, it was deep. Jumin couldn’t believe what he just heard. Of course you would act like this irresponsible and troublemaker girl, you didn’t want anyone coming to close to you to actually know your problems.
  • The party was over, and you two walked in a dreadful silence in the dark. “Forget what you heard, okay? What happens there, stays there.” “How do you know about these parties?” You mumbled something he couldn’t listen and started blabbering, the alcohol effects, no doubt “My sister used to come to these parties, she always talked about them, and how great they are. She lives in New York now, I’m definitely going there once I graduate from this shithole. Live in a loft, adopt a cat… I like cats, do you like cats?” did he? He never thought about that… he would like to adopt a cat too…
  • “Then you would run away from your problems?” “More like making new ones in a place I can have a fresh start.” You both chuckled. 
  • But he was thinking of this very seriously. He never bothered about the future, he knows he will take over his father’s company and… well, that’s it. For the first time, he’s thinking if he could have something diferent, be something different.
  • You were impressed with his attitude, he was nicer and more interested in what you have to say than you thought. Plus, he’s so fine!
  • “Hey, Jumin?” “Yes, MC?” “Do you think you can forgive me for one last sin?” “Don’t you mean sine?” OH MY GOD! HE’S DOING A GEOMETRY JOKE!? NERD! “Come on, I’m serious! Forgive me, father, for what I’m about to sin?”
  • “Go on, m… wait, about to sin?” you surprised him with a kiss in the lips. It started sweet and slow, but quickly turned into a messy make-out session in the dark. Oh… he wasn’t so uptight after all, as you felt your ass being fully gripped by his hands, which you teasingly pried away.
  • “You can only have more if you get an A + in literature with me. See ya, Mr. President.” You ran in the dark, he was still a little tipsy from the alcohol… and from your lips.
  • But forget that, he needs to start that literature paper asap.
Barnes’ Books - chapter 7

I may have got a little carried away this evening. 4000 word chapter carried away.  Sorry. No update tomorrow as I’m out!

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For the next week, I rejoin the real world. I get up, put on work clothes, sit at a computer, answer phones, drink communal tea, eat a sandwich, type, go home.  I talk to new people, go to a new place, earn some money. It’s good for me.

I hate it.

I know I sound like a brat, but I’ve loved being able to spend the day at the bookshop, before James’ accident. I loved the happiness books can bring, I loved talking to people, making coffee and washing up, helping unpack boxes, chatting to James. I’m trying to make the most of this week, it’s good CV-fodder, I do meet some nice people but it’s not me. And every day, while I’m inputting data, although I’m working hard, my mind is wandering. I’m thinking about the day I found the book for that woman, I’m thinking about curling up with Steve in an armchair. I’m thinking about making James laugh. I’m thinking about how sad Bucky looked.

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Pain

Requested by Anon
Warnings: mentions of suicide, refusal to eat (ED?), mentions of abuse, cursing
Pairing: Lip Gallagher x Reader
Description: Lip sees that there’s something going on with the reader so he tries to help them
A/N: This was supposed to be a lot sadder but like it’s fluffy in the end promise


Lip, if you could actually say it, was the love of your life. You’d met him in college, and helped him through his tough time. You were there for him when he went to rehab, and you made sure he was doing good. You’d hurt yourself if you saw him in pain, but he needed you and that’s all that mattered.

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